Butterflies and piles of brass

Two links here for ya to follow while your elastic blogger wiles away the morning in a dentist chair (getting impressions made; Ick!!)

Butterflies. Always love watching the Flutterbys cruising upwind like its nobodies business that they physically shouldn’t be able to do this. Mehbe they has a lil’sumpin sumpin to teach this grumpy cuss.

Piles of brass. To the Fraud in Chief; bring it!!! And see just how fast your enforcement arm is broken into tatters and duct taped to a tree as effigy to stoopidity. Might get away with this shit in the cities, but try it out here and there will be a demarcation line made of shallow graves.

And its now time to do the least pleasant part of getting new teeth,,,

More later as the day progresses.

2 thoughts on “Butterflies and piles of brass”

The current occupant in chief will chase that rabbit enough to be a one term fool.
Seems we don’t elect people who actually believe in the Constitution.

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diogenesoftherifle says:

July 13, 2021 at 8:42 am

And the way things have gone/are going, there will NEVER be another honest election cycle without setuous changes taking place. I firmly believe that there will be bloodshed before we ever see another conservative administration (assuming we hold together as UNITED States. I have doubts there too)

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